A tanned skin, a crooked smile,
A lovely personality, she could calm vile.
Her hair, a pleasant afforestation,
In her eyes, the beauty of creation.
From her mouth, beautiful utterances,
A breath from her and my soul dances.
Like a sprouting palm, she was tall,
Oh! What man wouldn’t fall?
Perfection, however, was a distant reach,
But in her imperfection, she was bliss.
She didn’t stay long – she had to leave,
But her aura would never cease.
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